Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 14:54:03 -0400
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: The Venturer Scout - 02

The Venturer Scout -02

by: James FitzHugh <FitzH1943@gmail.com>

Many thanks to Len in South Africa for his editing and to Rob in Alberta,
Canada for all his technical assistance

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"What the fuck?" I yelled as I was being rudely shaken awake from my
afternoon nap. Yes, I am one of those people who get up very early in the
morning automatically, no alarm clock need apply; get as much work done as
I can before 10:00 a.m; and, just after lunch I will lie down for anywhere
from 45 minutes to an hour and a half. Well, I was in the middle of my
siesta; I was lying on top of my bed without any clothes on because of the
heat; and someone was rudely waking me up.

"Hey, boss. You look really good in the buff," said Aaron looking down at
me.  What the fuck, I didn't bother covering myself up now that he had seen
all I owned.

"Aaron, what are you doing here? Why didn't you knock or ring the
doorbell. That's what civilized people do when they want to enter someone
else's private space." I barked trying to bring my eyes into focus.

"I did, boss. I banged on the bloody door post maybe ten times. I pushed
that doorbell button as least as many times. No-one answered but I knew you
were home because your car is in the drive and I know you never leave home
without it."

"Are you trying to be funny?" I asked. "If so, you're making a bloody mess
of it so my advice is that you not give up your day job when you get
one. What are you doing here anyway? It's Monday, why aren't you in
school?"

"Okay! We get the important stuff out of the way first. Today is Monday. It
is a Teacher's study day. It's the time of year when they do all the
planning for the final exams, you know, the gymnasium thingy."

"Alright! I get that part. But it's a beautiful day out so why aren't you
out swimming with Jeremy, Mark, Philip, Patty, David or Nicholas?"

"They've all gone to the pond but I begged off?"

"And pray tell, why did you beg off? What could be so important in your
young, as yet unfulfilled life that would bring you to my apartment and
wake me up from what must have been a very deep, possibly even quite
erotic, sleep since my body forbid me to wake up and answer the damn door?"

"Has your sister or anyone else ever told you that you're a real crank when
you wake up?"

"Not lately but I am sure somewhere in my recent history, someone has. Now
what is so important?"

Aaron didn't wait for an invitation, he just sat down on the end of my bed
almost in the exact same spot he had the last time he was in my bedroom. I
really wasn't uncomfortable but I thought I'd better do the polite
thing. "You obviously caught me at a disadvantage. Would you like me to get
up and get dressed?"

"Don't bother boss. I've seen everything."

"Hmmmm and I suppose tomorrow it will be all over the neighbourhood?"

"What? That you sleep naked? Not important, boss. Mikey already told us
last year and gave us all the stats; you now, cut or uncut, length, width,
etc., etc."

"Remind me when he gets home from Ireland to hang that little bugger, then
draw and quarter him."

"Do they still do that boss?"

"No! Now what did you want?"

"Right! Remember when I came here that night I got drunk at the Flying
Dragon Inn?"

"Yes, I do. It's not every night that a young man comes into my home and
relates his first gay experience in the basement washroom of a gay club."

"Well, boss. You said that if it ever happened again I should come back and
talk to you about it. Remember that?

"Of course, I remember."

"Well it happened again." He said trying to stifle a grin.

"What exactly happened again?" I asked as I pulled myself up to sitting
position against the headboard of my bed. As I did, I grabbed the corner of
my quilt and flipped it over so it was covering my nakedness."

"I decided to meet him again. Remember I told you he gave me a piece of
paper with his telephone number on it. After I left here and got home; I
put that paper on my dresser and forgot about it. Then last Thursday I was
feeling real horny. I was so fuckin horny and I definitely wanted a
blowjob. I would have even tried Jessica a second time if I could only get
her to wrap her lips around her teeth."

"Wait a minute," I said looking at the beautiful specimen of a man-boy
sitting on the end of my bed. "Instead of using Molly and her four sisters,
you decided to call this chap and make a date?"

"Come on, boss. I'm not that stupid. Of course I hired Molly and her
sisters to whip off a load but while I was going to town on exercising my
lizard, I was reliving that night in the washroom and even though they were
missing, I was jacking myself off to the memory of those lips sliding along
my rod and me excitedly dumping my load, not in his mouth, but directly
down the pipe leading to his stomach."

"Well, I will say one thing for you." I replied.

"And what's that boss?"

"You certainly have a very vivid imagination."

"There's nothing vivid about my imagination, boss. All I had to do was
conjure up that scene from memory of that guy on his knees in the washroom
and all those people watching me give him a good face fucking. And, when I
shot my load it wasn't as good but it certainly helped me to relive that
moment in my reality."

"Alright," I said squirming uncomfortably under the quilt. My own dick was
beginning to get interested in this tale and I think Aaron noticed. I
raised my right leg so he wouldn't be able to see what was happening under
the quilt.

"Okay, so you had better bore me with the details," I said looking at the
cherubic face staring back at me and knowing it was probably going to be a
far from boring story.

"Okay! Thursday night, as I said, I was horny. I was rummaging around on my
dresser looking for my pill bottle that I stash my weed in."

"Wait a minute. You smoke weed?" I asked.

"Yeah, so? Everybody does. All the guys do. We just wait until somebody
distracts you or we set someone up to distract you and get you out of the
way so we don't embarrass you in public. That way, you can tell the truth
if anyone asks you if we smoke weed."

"All of you smoke up?" I asked now shocked.

"Well we never smoke up when we have the handicapped boys with us. We feel
responsible for them. We always want to make sure they're safe. So! We
agreed when we took Nathan on his first camp that no-one would smoke up
while he was camping with us. And remember, Nathan needs a breather to
sleep at night so no-one was going to smoke up while his little generator
was on. And no-one did. When Ethan made his first trip with us to the
Adirondacks we, of course, remembered how nervous his parents were because
he can only see shadows. And, since we had both handicapped boys with us,
we split ourselves into teams to make sure they were properly looked after
and while we didn't do their chores for them, we were there to help and
encourage them."

"Bloody hell!" I said chuckling. "Maybe I have taught you bloody bleeders
the meaning of responsibility."

"Nah, boss," came the quick response. "We just wanted to make ourselves
look good so you wouldn't dish us any of your famous shit jobs."

"I'll remember that the next time." I said as we both had a bloody good
laugh. "Anyway tell me your boring story so I can eventually get some work
done this afternoon." Actually, I really didn't think there was much of a
story any more complicated or different than the first visit to the gay
club so I really wasn't prepared for what came next. I figured it would be
just another, meet, drink, blowjob, come home story.

"Okay, I told you I was as horny as hell. I'd have given my eye teeth for a
blowjob like that guy gave me in the club. I actually did call Jessica but
she was out with some of her friends. So, I was reduced to Molly and her
sisters. You know for a few minutes I even thought of calling someone I
know who I wouldn't mind training to be a cocksucker but I didn't"

"So why didn't you? And what makes you think you could turn him?"

"He lives over on Carleton Street. His parents are religious fanatics. But
he's a nice guy; a real jock on the soccer team. He's 15 now.  Anyway one
time last month he came with us to the YMCA to watch the diving
competition. He was allowed into the locker room and was there while we
changed into our speedos. I caught him staring at me a few times so when I
had my jockeys off, I turned to face him so he got a real good look. I was
even slowly rising. In seconds his face was the same colour as the local
fire engines. I deliberately scratched myself and his eyes never left my
dick. I think I could convince the kid to practice on his new toy."

"Aaron, that would not be very nice of you particularly if he didn't want
to or wasn't ready to experiment. You might do him harm."

"Nah boss, I wouldn't lay a hand on him. I'd just invite him over to watch
me train one afternoon when everyone was out. I'd change in front of him;
taking my time of course. I'd let him look at my semi-hard piece up real
close and personal like. If he can be talked into taking it of his own free
will then I'd slip it in and the rest would be history. If he wasn't ready
I wouldn't force him. I'd just let him know it was available if he wanted
to try it out and put on my shorts. But fuck, wouldn't it be awesome to
have my own personal cocksucker right here at my beck and call?"

I so wanted to tell Aaron that I'd play with him if he wanted but there was
no way I'd take that first step.

"Okay, on with the story."

"Yeah, so as I was using Molly and her sisters to slowly work out a load, I
just happened to glance over at the dresser and saw a piece of paper
sticking out from under one of my books. I stopped in mid-stream, went over
to see what the piece of paper was and when I saw it, I remembered it was
the piece of paper the guy gave me when I was leaving the club."

"And then what did you do?"

"Well I'm guessing you thought I went back to pounding the meat but I
didn't. I walked over to my telephone and dialled the number. Talk about
stupid. I didn't know this guy from Adam. Our only connection had been his
lips on my dick and my baby makers floating in his stomach."

"So! What happened?"

"Well after the fourth ring and just before I was about to hang up, the
phone was picked up and this guy answered saying. 'Hi! This is Mike, how
may I help you?'"

"For a second or two, I was speechless but then I stared down at my dick
which was still hard and thought of that awesome blowjob."

"Yeah! Hi", I said. "This is Aaron. We met at the Flying Dragon recently."

The guy didn't skip a beat. "Ahhhhhh, you want my roommate, Rodney. He's
mentioned you, Aaron and said you might call. He's in the shower at the
moment. Can you give me a number where he can call you back and I'll get
him to call you as soon as he steps out of his shower?"

"Sure, I said rather disappointed. My number is 555-1792."

"Okay Aaron, it shouldn't be too long." So, I thanked him and hung up. I
really didn't expect him to call me back. But his roommate said that he was
told that maybe I would call. But! Here's a guy in his early 20's and I'm
only a kid of 16. What the fuck would he want with me? I lay down on my bed
and again started working with Molly and her sisters although I think I
lost about five gallons of enthusiasm. I was just about to give up and go
take a cold shower when my phone rang. I thought it was one of the boys. I
really, really wasn't expecting him to call back. I picked up the phone and
said my usual greeting, "Wassup?"

"Hi! Is this Aaron?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied with this great freaking grin sweeping across my face.

"This is Rodney or, as my friends call me, Rod. I am really glad you
decided to call me."

The thought of his guy on his knees with my dick in his throat certainly
filled that tank of missing enthusiasm and my cock jumped back up to full
mast.

"Well I thought I had lost your number but I only just found it again a few
minutes ago. So, I decided to call and see how you were doing."

"Hey! I'm doin great. So, have you decided if you want to get together
again?"

"I'd really like that," I replied starting to wank my dick again.

"I assume we're talking about this weekend. You didn't tell me where you
live but I'm willing to come pick you up." He offered.

"Well I live across the river. So I'm quite used to taking the bus to the
Metro terminal and riding the metro into the City. If you tell me which
station to get off at, I could meet you there."

"Okay, let's say the Churchill station." He suggested.

"I have to make arrangements with my mate Dicky who lives in the Osborne
Apartments right downtown to stay the weekend but he's offered before so
there should be no problem. I need him to cover for me in case someone
starts asking questions."

"Is Dicky someone important in your life?" he asked I suppose wondering if
there was competition.

"Naw! Dicky is one of my mates on our diving Team and when I attend
competitions in the City, his dad gave me an open invitation to stay over
so I didn't have the long travel back and forth every day."

"Oh! Okay! So are we talking about Friday night or Saturday night?" he
asked. I was figuring Friday night because if it didn't turn out the way I
hoped then I could go back and stay at Dicky's and he and I could then go
to a movie or a sports event on the Saturday. I would come home on Sunday."

"Actually, I was going to leave that to you since I don't know if you work
or go to University."

"I go to St. Brendan's College and taking pre-law. But I have no classes on
Friday afternoon. So, if Friday is good for you, it would be good for me."

"Is there a time that would be good for you?"

"Why don't you plan arriving at the Churchill metro station around 6 or so?
I'll wait for you by the escalators. We can grab a bite to eat at a great
little Irish Pub I know nearby and plan what we'll do from there. Sound
good?"

"Sounds good to me. So I'll meet you on Friday around 6.00 p.m."

"I'll be waiting Aaron and, again, thanks for your call. I'll be looking
forward to seeing you again."

"Same here, Rod." I said, hung up and, in my renewed excitement, blew my
load all over my duvet.

"So!" I asked Aaron. "What were your first thoughts after you had made this
contact?"

"This wasn't a first contact scene from Star Trek, boss. The way I looked
at it. He had given me an awesome blowjob. I'd be happy, more than happy in
fact, to get another one. He asked me to call him; I did. Now everything
rested on getting hold of Dicky and getting him on side with my plan."

"Did you think you'd have any problems getting Dicky on your side? Or were
you going to tell Dicky what you were up to?"

"Fuck no! I wasn't going to tell him anything about Rod. I was just going
to cook up some story and get him to call my Mom. He would tell her that we
were going to have additional practice on Saturday in preparation for the
Provincials and that his dad had offered me a place to stay so I wouldn't
be so tired from the travelling."

"What if she wanted to speak with Dicky's father?"

"He's in Amsterdam on some Foreign Trade delegation and won't be back until
late next week."

"So! You had it all covered, then?"

"Pretty much. The next day I called Dicky and because I said that we might
go to a movie or sports event on the Saturday, he was more than willing to
fold in with my plan. As we were talking, he was the one to suggest that
maybe he'd take me to the Flying Dragon on Saturday night. He said it was
only a short walk from his apartment building so we could walk there and
back. He said that even if we got piss drunk and didn't get lucky, we were
only three blocks from the club to his apartment so it would be no
problem. I played dumb about the getting lucky part. He came on like the
big brother taking me out on my first adventure hoping I might lose my
virginity. Little did he know, and I certainly wasn't gonna tell him, that
I'd been there; done that."

"So was that it?"

"Dicky did what I asked him. He called my mom and laid on the story about
the practice day on Saturday and since she knew Dicky from several
competitions she'd attended and had been a guest in the apartment when his
father hosted a reception for all the team and their parents, she was
comfortable. Dicky made sure that she had the address and the telephone
number although my mom has never called anyone when I've stayed over. Now
that I'm on a team getting ready for the Provincial competitions next
Spring, she pretty much accepts that I'll be away during practice and
competitions unless she intends to drive me to and from which she has done
on occasion."

"And! What about your father. How will he handle all this?"

"You know my dad is a physical fitness instructor in the military. With the
army going on UN Missions overseas to Cyprus and Germany and regiments
being rotated, he travels to the various bases and helps get the troops
ready for their assignments. So he is what I call my half dad; half here
and half there. I sometimes think that all he wants to see is a wall of
trophies and medals and be able to stake a claim on bragging rights. You
know the stuff. 'My son is this; my son did that."

"But he's home now because I saw him yesterday afternoon and he took me out
for coffee."

"Yeah! But mom is mom and if she tells him that she has spoken with Dicky
and reminds dad of when he visited their apartment and the circumstances,
he'll agree. And I remember the speech Dicky's dad made that night, because
remember 8 of the 12 members of the diving team are service brats, in
support of the military and their services. If mom's lucky, dad will agree,
she'll pawn my little sister off on Angie, and she'll talk him into taking
her to that great little restaurant down country that she loves so much."

I lay there almost willing Aaron to begin the next phase of his story but
it was coming on 3:00 in the afternoon and I had a few telephone calls to
make. So I sent him to the refrigerator to get us something to drink and
when he was gone, I slipped off my bed and threw on a pair of pants.

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